”It’s not the photographer that makes the picture, but the person being photographed.” – Sebastiao Salgado
A Fortune Teller and a T-Shirt Seller. Bangkok, Thailand.
Two straight days without rain and all the folks hereabouts are celebrating heartily!
My version of celebration included another road trip off into the Mountains to Blowing Rock to kill a little time before heading to visit a Rodeo in Blacksburg, SC. The Hunters and Jumpers show was a fine event, all about primped and pristine horses showing themselves at their restrained and schooled best.
Next, a detour down the Interstates to catch a Rodeo with a different sort of flavour. Unlike the last one I sought out, this was very commercial with a hefty gate fee and way more restrictions in terms of what you could see and where you could sit/explore/ photograph.
It also took a country age to get started, so for two hours or so I amused myself taking snaps of faces ….
I’m slowly getting used to the “Suthern” thing, where everyone wears a Ten Gallon hat or sports a pair of Cowboy boots (and yes, I do have my own!! – boots that is, not the hat!!)
They also seem enamored with the Confederate Flag and apparently fly it right along side the Stars and Stripes when they can!!
Eventually the Rodeo got started. By this time it’s way past 8:30pm, the sun has set, the light has gone and I am a TAD “ticked off” as there is next to no light left and picture taking will be a whole big noisy mess…….. since I had to content myself with a spot in the stands, way far from the action and point my lens through a sea of Cowboy hats …..
Nonetheless, it WAS FUN! They had some Bull riding and Bucking Broncho events that the smaller Rodeo did not so I just I cranked up the ISO on the camera to 6400, set it to manual and just pushed the shutter speed as hard as I could.
The pix aren’t the greatest as they are pretty noisy and probably have Photo-journalistic merit at best. …. but it was pretty cool to watch the action, enjoy the atmosphere and soak up another slice of life!
Creeping about some of the less than favourable suburbs of Charleston in search of a little Urban Decay last weekend.
Lots of lovely decaying eye candy to be seen in Charleston. It was amazing how one minute you could be cruising down streets with million dollar houses, pristine facades and gardens manicured to the max – and in the next breath be amidst block upon blocks of overgrown architectural squalor.
The weather forecast loomed gloomy for the lake so we headed back to Charleston this weekend. A little more culture, architechture and beach! I even took my trusty tripod and giving the Ghosts a nip, snapped a few night time images while the streets were quiet.
And then the beach, lets not forget the beach!!! Headed back to Folly and with a windy and blustery day on the shore, managed to capture some “dudes” making the best of the waves with their boards! …. Not quite Waimea Bay or even Scarborough (Perth) surf, but they seemed to be having a good time anyway and snapping the shots was fun!
My thanks to those of you who have found your way to the “new blog home” and have left comments. All I need to do now is figure out how to respond to them properly. More tweaks to the space will come this week no doubt, once I have gotten the sand out from between my toes!